Your heart is glazed in ice.
Though you feel loveless,
Your heart still twinkles in the sunlight.
You may feel limp and frozen in the cool winters:
you may look withered but still have your colors,
But that makes you the more beautiful as a one of a kind flower.
Black as a starless and Moon free sky,
Your heart is as potent as a lion's paw,
Yet fragile as a butterfly's wing.
You carry on the legacy of True Love,
Yet torn and stricken by the sexual lust of the incompotent being.
Rose-shaped heart glazed in the sun,
That has been purified by the Guardian Angel of your life,
Will forever protect it from th incompotent.